Lil Wayne – It’s Good (ft. Drake & Jadakiss) (Audio, Lyrics)

Throwback to Lil Wayne’s 2011 “It’s Good” song featuring Drake & Jadakiss. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Cool N Dre & Yung Ladd.

Lil Wayne It’s Good

On August 29th, 2011, Lil Wayne blessed the game with Tha Carter IV, the widely anticipated follow-up to his series’ acclaimed third chapter. Big shoes to fill, given that there remain many fans who still tout C3 as Weezy’s magnum opus. Perhaps that’s what led some to feel disappointed following the fourth Carter’s release. Despite boasting no shortage of bangers, not to mention guest appearances from Drake, Jadakiss, Tech N9ne, Andre 3000, Cory Gunz, and more, the album’s consistency was a main point of contention.

Now, however, time has proven to be kind to Weezy’s Carter IV, capturing a unique era for hip-hop’s self-declared Martian. The bangers that stood out are all the harder now, especially the penultimate posse cut “It’s Good,” produced by Cool N Dre and Yung Ladd. Across the board, Wayne, Drake, and Jadakiss show nothing but patience, their methodical flows allowing each bar ample space to land.

And stacked through this one maybe, it’s the man of the hour himself who earns top billing with a formidable final verse. Given how thoroughly badass the militant instrumental is, it’s no wonder that Weezy found himself driven to fire subliminal shots at his then-rival Jay-Z, proving that even the GOAT table wasn’t above a little conflict. A few days removed from the album’s nine-year anniversary, it feels appropriate to reexamine one of the project’s most notorious tracks and evaluate whether Wayne’s ninth studio album deserves more praise than it initially received. On that note — does it?

Lil Wayne – It’s Good (ft. Drake & Jadakiss) (prod. Cool N Dre & Yung Ladd)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dCS-DqokqgM

Lyrics

[Intro: John Miles]
You who are rich and whose troubles are few
May come around to see my point of view
What price the crown of a king on his throne
When you’re chained in the dark all alone?

[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
I’m real as they come, I follow the rules
I’m still in the hood but I probably should move
Made enough money, I don’t fuck around
I just felt they needed me so I stuck around
Feds got my man, shit is real son
‘Cause my godson just became my real son
Think life is a game but all you get is a turn
You live and you learn, either you freeze or you burn
Kush in the air, I’m pushin’ the gears
Love turned into hate, hate turned into fear
If it ain’t right, I don’t sign the deal
Shoot me in the watch, I got time to kill
Gasoline, propane
Ain’t no salary cap in the dope game
Ain’t no collective bargainin’ on cocaine
So in other words, nigga, do your thing

[Verse 2: Drake]
Mind in one place, heart in another
Please pardon my brother, he’s just angry at you niggas
Who don’t have your heart in your rap shit
And got too fuckin’ comfy
‘Cause we still fuckin’ hungry, Young Money, got the munchies
Faded, fuckin’ faded, aw yeah I’m fuckin’ faded
They tellin’ lies about me, aw yeah, I must’ve made it
Rikers Island on this flow, eight months for that pistol
But at least they had some bad bitches workin’ in that shit hole
Three visits later, I went and did it major
So fuck the judge, and the jury, and the litigator
Watchin’ all these kids who thought they had it figured out
And then November came, they let my nigga out

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Uh, stop playin’, I ain’t with that bullshit
Niggas act like bitches, Sheneneh, oh my goodness
This is Wayne’s world, and y’all are just some tourists
Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish you would bitch
Brand new pussy, pussy good as baby powder
Two Glock .40′s, nigga you got 80 problems
Swimmin’ in the money, I’ma need some fuckin’ goggles
It’s better to give, but we don’t give a fuck about ’em
I just came home, shit done got real, ho
Lil’ Weezyana, the boot nigga, steel toe
I ain’t workin’ with a full deck but I deal ho
I just touched down, kick the motherfuckin’ field goal
Talkin ’bout baby money? I got your baby money
Kidnap your bitch, get that “how-much-you-love-your-lady” money
I know you fake nigga, press your brakes nigga
I’ll take you out, that’s a date nigga
I’m a grown-ass Blood, stop playin’ with me
Play asshole and get an ass whippin’
I think you pussy cat, ha, Hello Kitty
I just throw the alley-oop to Drake Griffin
I lay ’em down, Tempurpedic
This shits a game of chess, you niggas think it’s cleavage
Its Young Money, yeah, tis the season
I give you the business, bitch this a business meetin’
My niggas hungry, my bitches greedy
Will I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr. Ouija
Nigga, I’m straight, my girl a faggot
Potato on the barrel, pop-pop-potato salad